Niamh Parsons
Black Is the Color
Black is the colour of my true love's hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe's the sweetest face and the gentlest handsI love the ground wheron she standsI love my love and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesBut some times I whish the day will comeThat she and I will be as oneBlack is the colour of my true love's hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe's the sweetest face and the gentlest handsI love the ground wheron she standsI walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weepBut satisfied I never can sleepI'll write her a letter, just a few short linesAnd suffer death ten thousand timesBlack is the colour of my true love's hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe's the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsI love the ground wheron she stands Songtextethen i sat down and I wrote this songI wrote it neat I wrote it longand with every line i shed a tearand at last i said farewell my dearso faretheewell my own true lovei love you like the stars aboveand if heaven or earth no more i'll seei'll treat you like you treated me
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